Chapter 50: You were very strong last night!
The moment Director Thorne vacated the training field, a controlled chaos erupted.
Recruits, still processing the Phase Three briefing and the enticing prospect of Class Transitions, quickly engaged in the complex and often ruthless social maneuvering of team formation.
Three members per team. Mandatory. The stakes were incredibly high.
Most aspirants gravitated toward those with similar perceived strengths or complementary skills.
D-Grade elementalists sought out C-Grade defenders; agile scouts looked for heavy hitters.
Those with rare healing or support talents found themselves suddenly very popular, surrounded by hopeful suitors promising protection and a fair share of the spoils.
Weaker talents, F-Grades with niche or seemingly useless abilities, struggled to prove their worth, hoping to join stronger groups that might carry them through.
Amidst this swirling mass of ambition and anxiety, Ayra Sand made her entrance.
She had changed out of her ruined training gear into a fresh, dark grey Vanguard uniform that.
Her earlier berserker rage had faded, leaving a smoldering intensity and faint bruising around her knuckles that only enhanced her dangerous presence.
Though her S-Grade [Primal Fury Berserker] talent had been pushed to its limits and she was still recovering from the energy backlash, her presence alone was enough to part the crowds.